Chapter 87 The Survivor
Cheng Jiao talked to Zi Nu, and then came out of Zi Lan Xuan and went all the way to Liu Yi's mansion.

Tomorrow is the day of the funeral. As Liu Yi's good brother, I should go to pay my condolences and talk to my sister-in-law about the future.

Mrs. Hu, who was kneeling in the mourning hall, heard the servant report that Chang'an Jun came to pay his respects.

My heart skipped a beat and I quickly stood up and went to greet him.

"Sir, you are here?"

Mrs. Hu had a complicated expression, but she didn't dare to say anything blatantly.

Cheng Jiao said seriously, "My eldest brother will be buried tomorrow, so I came here today to pay my respects."

Mrs. Hu nodded, her eyes flickering.

"Please follow me, sir."

Mrs. Hu sent the servants away.

Cheng Jiao smiled and said, "I'm sorry that my sister-in-law has been worried these past few days. I hope no one is here to cause trouble."

Mrs. Hu looked at Cheng Jiao with her gentle expression and big watery eyes, slightly sadly.

"After Liu Yi died, no one came to pay their respects except the young master."

Cheng Jiao was a little surprised. No way, how could the dignified Zuo Sima be doing so badly?
He put his arms around Mrs. Hu's slender waist.

Mrs. Hu maintained a very good figure, with distinct curves, a graceful posture, and a plumpness that even Nanyue could not match.

She was wearing mourning clothes, but the front of her neck was still able to hold up the slightly loose clothes, making her look round and plump.

Cheng Jiao kissed Mrs. Hu on her shy face, bit her earlobe and whispered.

"Let me burn some incense for my elder brother first, and then I'll have some love with my sister-in-law."

Mrs. Hu nodded nervously and took the incense for Cheng Jiao.

Cheng Jiao solemnly inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Have a safe trip, big brother. I will take care of your wife from now on."

Mrs. Hu folded her hands, feeling both ashamed and relieved as she listened to Cheng Jiao's words.

Although she was considered a noble lady in the Xinzheng Royal City, it was all based on Liu Yi's identity.

Now that Liu Yi is dead and her sister rarely comes out of the palace, she is very worried about her future.

Cheng Jiao walked up to Mrs. Hu and scratched the palm of her hand.

"Wait for me in the room. I'll slip in later."

After saying this, he smiled and walked out under Mrs. Hu's blushing face.

Mrs. Hu stood in the mourning hall for a while and walked out with some expectations.

"I feel a little unwell and dizzy. I'm going to my room to rest first. You wait here."

Mrs. Hu gave some instructions to the maid.

With that kind of unethical excitement, his steps towards the house were even lighter.

She hadn't had sex with the young master for many days, which made her somewhat eager.

Mrs. Hu nervously pushed open the door of her boudoir and looked at the empty room with some disappointment. Hasn't she arrived yet?
Cheng Jiao quietly came out from behind the door and hugged Mrs. Hu's plump body.

He gave Mrs. Hu a deep kiss on the neck, leaving a light strawberry mark.

Mrs. Hu held Cheng Jiao's hand around her waist, her eyes half closed, enjoying the slight pleasure.

"When did you come in? No one saw you."

Cheng Jiao carried Mrs. Hu to the bedside, held her in his arms, and held her warm face.

"I slipped here right after I left the mansion. Don't worry, no one saw me."

Cheng Jiao is very confident in his ability to climb over the wall.

Mrs. Hu breathed a sigh of relief. Her nominal husband had just died. If she was seen being intimate with other men, how would she live her life in the future?

"Let me take off my mourning clothes first."

Mrs. Hu prepared to get up and change her clothes.

"No, no, no, this one is great and very interesting."

Cheng Jiao tried to stop her quickly. Mrs. Hu in mourning clothes looked taller than Mrs. Hu in formal clothes.

Mrs. Hu realized something and her cheeks turned hot. Her mind, which was not very clear to begin with, was about to pass out.

"No, I can't. It's unlucky to wear mourning clothes."

Mrs. Hu's charming face made him excited. "What kind of bad luck is this? If wearing clothes can bring bad luck, then all the people in the world would be extinct."

Cheng Jiao stroked Mrs. Hu’s blushing face.

Mrs. Hu, who was wearing mourning clothes, had no idea of ​​the fun here, but he knew it very well. How could he let Mrs. Hu take it off so easily?

Mrs. Hu no longer hesitated about it and untied the knot of the ribbon tied around her waist, allowing Cheng Jiao to have a clear view of the surging waves in front of him, which made him feel very excited.

The mourning clothes half-covered the foothills in front of him, and the vague blur made Cheng Jiao a little dazzled.

Mrs. Hu couldn't help but smile and wrapped Cheng Jiao's mind with her pride.

An extreme feeling of suffocation made Cheng Jiao breathless. He was extremely reluctant to leave, so he took a deep breath and continued to bury himself.

Mrs. Hu gently stroked Cheng Jiao's back, as if she was comforting a child.

Mrs. Hu has already fallen in love with this young man who is almost older than her daughter, and even has a lot of attachment to him.

Sometimes Mrs. Hu couldn't tell whether her feelings for Cheng Jiao were a kind of love or attachment, or whether it was the obscure desire deep in her heart.

Cheng Jiao always called her sister-in-law. Every time she heard this title, she felt distracted and couldn't stop.

Mrs. Hu felt the numbness coming from her body, resisted the urge, and spoke softly.

"Sir, when can I meet my daughter?"

Cheng Jiao took his head away from Mrs. Hu, took a long breath, and said with a smile: "After the funeral tomorrow, I will bring her to see you in the evening."

Mrs. Hu was surprised and asked, "Really?"

Cheng Jiao nodded: "Of course it's true. My sister-in-law and I have communicated so many times, and you still don't know Cheng Jiao's ability?"

Mrs. Hu suddenly thought of something.

"You, do you know my daughter?"

She looked at Cheng Jiao nervously.

Cheng Jiao ruffled Mrs. Hu's soft hair.

"Of course I do."

"Where is she now?"

"Zi Lan Xuan."

Mrs. Hu was stunned and felt a little sad.

"Is she okay?"

Cheng Jiao smiled and said, "She is very good. No one dares to bully her. She has remained a virgin until now."

Mrs. Hu breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Zi Lan Xuan was a place of entertainment, and she was very happy that her daughter could live well there.

On second thought, why didn't her daughter become a guest in Zilanxuan? Could it be?

Mrs. Hu hesitated and asked, "You and her are familiar with each other? What is the relationship?"

Cheng Jiao smiled evilly: "What do you think?"

There was sadness and misery in Mrs. Hu's eyes.

"You raised her?"

She knew that some high-ranking officials kept canaries of their own in brothels, but she didn't expect that the man in front of her was also like this, and she was her only daughter.

There was nothing she could do.

Cheng Jiao thought about it seriously. Zi Lan Xuan belonged to Zi Nu, and Zi Nu was his. He supported Zi Nu, and Zi Nu supported Zi Lan Xuan, so it seemed that Nong Yu was also supported by him.

"um, yes."

Mrs. Hu lay weakly on Cheng Jiao. How could she face her daughter like this?

"Don't tell her about our relationship, okay?"

She felt that this was her fate, that she was destined to never see the light of day in her life.

Cheng Jiao lifted Mrs. Hu's soft chin.

"But you must listen to me from now on. You must listen to me in everything."

Looking at Cheng Jiao's narrowed smile, Mrs. Hu sighed faintly, "I know."

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